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Seven short English poems

The hidden muse

My hidden muse,

The last of muses,

Reads books

And refuses

To inspire my poems.

Her long hand

Teaches me how touching words,

Soft sound I hear

In my dreams;

Follow it like beams

To paradise.

Oh old Gods

Bestow me entity

And bless her

The most amazing eyes.

**

A shiny throne

A queen on the shiny throne

Filled my eyes with a sunny beam

I see but know will disappear.

Oh great beauty

Be merciful!

Show me how to forget your look

Emerges in heavenly sight

Inside my softy chest.

Oh deer don’t run in meadow;

Slow down, wait for me;

Forever far from you is hard

Be kind with a heart

Worships you in night.

**

Raghad

She writes and lights

My Dark age.

Fill my page

With your monster,

Goes out in nights

In searching for a shadow

Shadow of my tree

Of mine.

It happens to find me,

Writing you in a poem,

Dedicated for your cloudy sky,

Or a cumulonimbus

Pours an inky stream

Over our heads

unconscious in a kiss

On my page

And your cage.

**

One word

Two voices in a word.

And the gloomy Sunday’s rose,

Wafted its scent in shadow.

closed are the blessing doors

Open are the leaving days,

and the prolonged grief.

Hand, two, and three,

Running backward,

Where flowers are same.

A sunny eye is watching

Witnessing that evening;

Fading with a voice.

The word lasts In searching for-

Sound and home.

**

A Womenworshipper

A long way to stay

Between your hands

Or under your feet.

 

Command quietly

I hear and fear

the moving lips.

 

Everything is done

your fingers are a plan

learn the man:

 

How to know, to do,

And fill to blow

Right now for you.

 

I come tonight

Surrender no fight

Bestow my soul.

**

My philosopher girl

Like day and night

She comes and leaves,

In the path of leaves.

The trees undress,

Kneel their boughs,

Yield the last rose

To a philosopher girl.

 

In daylight or moon

Her step will soon

Be the way in haze

Her word is a law

Rules the maze.

Her age is lost

in hands of mine.

 

The line went far

Never been near

Or said will come

To chain your hand

Or conquer your land

By feet of mine

Just follow my line.

 

Her Name 

Your name or a convinced face

Your game in the imaginary maze

Has gone by furrows’ light

Not lose, nor win,

No way to the night.

 

Ever shine, never mine

Oh sky show me the line

I see and be this time

But the eye is big-

Bigger than I can.

 

Fade away I wish

With a voice you tremble

To hear your name

Or disappear in a hush

From lips or push of hand.

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